Along the sandy desert, 'Mid scorching winds that blow ; Across the rugged mountains, Whose tops are white with snow ; Or in the darksome valley â Where'er our feet may roam, How sweet the blest assurance, That Jesus leads us home !
That Jesus leads us home, . . That Jesus leads us home, . . How sweet the blest assurance, That Jesus leads us home !
2. It makes us glad and joyful, And lightens every load, To know that He goes with us Along life's rugged road ; Each day we feel His presence, Though trials oft may come : How sweet the blest assurance, That Jesus leads us home !
3. The flowers beside our pathway May wither, fade, and die ; But fairer ones are blooming For us beyond the sky : And though 'mid care and sorrow Our weary steps may roam, How sweet the blest assurance, That Jesus leads us home !